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But, I loved you first- Bucky Barnes X Reader

prompt: Bucky is ready to confess his feelings for you, but is interrupted by your date for the night arriving. After that your date comes around the tower often, and one day Bucky explodes, finally confessing his feelings for you

Word Count: 2325

Warnings: none

He was ready. After all these years of silently pining after the girl who had only moved into the tower months prior, he was finally ready to confess how he really feels. It had been months of blushed cheeks, lost words, and awkward encounters before Steve had picked up on Bucky’s crush. Steve had been nagging him for weeks just to man up and tell you. And for weeks Bucky refused. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was afraid of, but somehow he knew that if you rejected him, he would never be the same. But after Steve carefully weighed out the pros and cons for Bucky one evening, he could finally see there were so many more reasons to go for this.

So now here he was, standing outside your door, his hands were clammy and his heart racing in his chest. He hurriedly wiped his hands on his pants before raising his fist to the door, preparing to knock. But before he could tap his knuckles on the wood, the door swung open. Bucky stepped back slightly. You looked up at him, not expecting anyone to be standing right outside your door. Bucky’s breath hitched as he noticed what you were wearing. You had swapped your usual jeans and t-shirt for a tight fitting black dress, it was snug everywhere it should be, bringing out your figure. You were standing a few inches higher he noticed, thanks to killer pumps on your feet to match the dress. Red lipstick painted your lips a breathtaking crimson. Bucky realized this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

“Hey Buck, what’cha doing out here?” you asked, wondering why he was lingering outside your door. While you were more than happy to see him, you felt conflicted. As happy as you were being friends, you could have sworn that Bucky had feelings for you, but after months of no confessing, you decided you should move on. And so that’s what you were doing.

“Uhhh, well I- see I just wanted to say- ummm,” Bucky stammered. You just looked at him, urging him to spit some out some real sentences. But before he could properly say what he needed to say, the buzzer sounded, signalling to you that someone was here.

“[Y/n], Some handsome boy is at the door for you,” Natasha shouted down the hall.

“Who is that?” Bucky questioned.

“Brad.” you stated, pushing by Bucky to make your way toward the door.

“Brad?” Bucky asked, his face contorted in disgust, his tone changed by skepticism.

“Yes, Brad. My date?” you explained.

“That’s why I’m dressed so nice. What do you think I just casually lounge about in a cocktail dress and four inch heels?” you teased, grabbing your keys and clutch off the hallway table as you went. Bucky followed you, lost in his own thoughts. You had a date? Since when had you been looking for a date? This couldn’t be happening, he was ready to confess to you. He needed you, he needed to know how you felt. Bucky saw Brad at the door, offering you flowers and a toothy smile. He should be standing there, making you blush and handing you a bouquet of flowers. He loved you first.

He saw you slip out the door and get into Brad’s car. His heart plummeted into his feet, his eyes and nose stung with brimming tears. He shook his head and trudged back to his room. Steve looked at him with expectant eyes as Bucky passed through the living room. But he said nothing and instead continued on to his room, letting the door slam loudly behind him.

A few hours later Bucky was sitting at the table poking at some cold leftover dinner when you came bursting through the door. A laugh exploded past your lips, further announcing your presence. Bucky’s head shot up, any last shred of hope that this date went horribly faded away. Brad stumbled in after you, his mouth also stretched into a smile. Bucky suddenly felt sick, the food becoming even more unappetizing than it already was. You led Brad down the hall, your laugh ricocheting off the walls, Brad’s voice intertwining with yours. Bucky tried to listen, but your conversation was abruptly cut off by the sound of a door shutting. It took Bucky a few more seconds to realize something. You were going to sleep with Brad. Bucky’s stomach twisted painfully, the air flushed from his lungs as if he’d been punched, he couldn’t breathe. But sadness was soon replaced by hot, blinding anger. You were going to sleep with some stranger on the first date? His blood caught fire, boiling in his veins, the idea of you naked with someone else set his thoughts ablaze. He stood up quickly, the chair skittering back on the wooden floor. He didn’t know what to do or where to go, his blood continued to bubble and boil, his mind seething with hot anger. He decided to head to his room, where maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to fall asleep and forget for a while that you were sleeping with someone else.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His recollection of times spent with you played on his closed eyelids like a movie. He remembered how he felt when he first met you, and how he helped you move in. He recalled how unsure he was about letting himself fall for you. Unsure if he was capable of feeling love after what he had been through, or if it would feel the same as before. But only weeks after you moved in, on a warm, lazy spring afternoon he looked over at you from his place on the couch, your eyes met his, and he knew that love could be the same. It was still exhilarating, terrifying and enthralling at once. He had never understood what love was really like until he finally let himself fall for you. His memories were intruded by the same thought that had been relentlessly pulling at his brain all night; you were with someone else now, he was too late for you. He eventually fell into a fitful sleep, constantly waking, never able to succumb to deep sleep. He could not escape from the idea that his once exhilarating, terrifying, enthralling love was now crumbling to dust right in front of his eyes. One word kept coming to mind; hopeless.

He woke late the next morning, unable to ignore his growling stomach any longer. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, trudging out of his room and down the hall, silently praying Brad had already left. But his prayer went unheard. As he arrived in the kitchen he saw you and Brad stumbling around the kitchen, trying to make breakfast, but just more or less making a giant mess. You had sloppy pancakes sizzling on the stove while Brad was struggling to crack eggs into a pan. Bucky groaned, his vocalization becoming unintentionally louder than he’d planned. You heard him and turned from you place at the stove, offering him a wide smile.

“Want some pancakes?” you offered sweetly, throwing him yet another smile. He didn’t return the gesture, only moving through the kitchen to grab fruit from the fruit bowl and slink off down the hall. That was weird, you thought, returning to the pancakes.

Bucky emerged from his room once again, only to find you and Brad snuggled on the couch together, watching some romantic comedy. His jaw clenched, his hands contracted into tight fists, every muscle in his body went ridgid. He tried to leave, he really did. He tried to turn and walk away, to let you slip from his mind, to let you escape from his heart. But then he remembered what Steve had told him, and how much he needed to be with you. Suddenly he was whirling around on his heel, taking big strides toward the living room. He arrived quicker than he thought, and suddenly remembered that he had no idea what he was going to say.

You noticed him hovering just outside the boundaries of the living room, his forehead wrinkled with thought. He looked so cute when his forehead did that. No! You were with Brad, you couldn’t think like that… but he was so cute, and so much better looking than Brad, and his muscles…

“Hey Bucky, what’s up,” you asked, wondering if he needed something. His head shot up, as if he was just remembering you were there.

“Uh, yeah, actually can I talk to you, alone?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet, the words shaken slightly by nerves.

“Um actually I have company now, can it wait? It won’t be much longer,” You decided, remembering Brad was still here. And as much as you loved Bucky, you didn’t want to be rude and ditch Brad.

“No, actually it can’t wait,” Bucky pressed, his hands wringing nervously at his sides.

“Well it’s going to have too, Buck. I have company,” you whisper yelled, hoping he would get the hint and leave. If he kept doing this, you would never get over him, and the last thing you needed right now was to be hung up on some guy who doesn’t even like you.

“Ok, I’ll talk to you later then,” he whispered, turning to leave. He didn’t get three paces away before he decided he was going to tell you this, if Brad was here or not.

“No,” Bucky exclaimed.

“Excuse me?” you asked, wondering where he was going with all of this.

“No, this can’t wait. I have something I need to tell you, something I’ve needed to tell you for a long time now. And if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will,” he announced, a finality in his words that captivated you. Brad just sat there, bewildered. Bucky took a big breath and continued, his hands shaking slightly.

“[Y/n] I love you, and I have for months now. Steve finally convinced me to confess to you. And that was what I was trying to do yesterday, but I was interrupted by him,” Bucky confessed, pointing an accusatory finger at Brad.

“And I really just thought you should know because what I felt with you is unparalleled to what I can or will ever feel with anyone else, I just want you to know that. And if you still want to be with him, fine, I  just thought you deserve to know how I really feel be-

“Dude, back off, she’s with me,” Brad interjected, standing up off the couch. Bucky stood there for a second, appalled, his mouth hanging open mid sentence. His features hardened, he stepped farther into the living room, closer to Brad.
“No, you back off. You came waltzing in here, took her out to some crappy restaurant, charmed her with your fake smile and cheap dollar store flowers. Only to take her back here and screw her, leaving her to think this was going somewhere, until you stop replying to her after a few days, having already moved on to someone else who fell just as hard for your crappy act,” Bucky spat, his words full of malice and anger. His metal arm was extended, his finger pressed hard into Brad’s chest.

“It’s not my fault that you were too chicken to express how you felt, it’s not my fault she doesn’t feel the same way. All’s fair in love and war, bro,” Brad continued, quoting lame cliche lines in hopes of sounding smarter.

“No, this isn’t fair. I loved her first, and will be able to treat her better in one hour that you ever could in your entire life, pal,” Bucky seethed, grabbing the collar of his shirt, lifting him slightly off the ground, the gears in his arm whirring and clicking. Brad’s words faltered, no witty response coming from his lips. You just sat there, unable to move. Bucky had just confessed his love for you and all you could do was stare.

“Bucky, put him down, and let me explain,” you begged. Hoping he wouldn’t get carried away. He looked at you, his eyes hard and angry. Bucky unclasped his fingers, letting Brad fall to the floor in a heap.

“Bucky, he didn’t sleep with me, trust me he tried, but he didn’t get too far. And I was only going out with him because you had never told me you felt this way. If I had known, I would have never gone out with him. And in fact, I won’t be going out with him again,” you elaborated. Bucky’s features softened with relief. Brad continued to lay on the floor, weakly arguing to the fact that you wouldn’t go on another date with him. You and Bucky ignored him, Bucky stepped over him and came closer to you.

“You really feel the same way?” Bucky asked, wanting to confirm your affections.

“Sure do,” you assured, stepping even closer to him.


You put your hand on Bucky’s broad chest to steady yourself as you leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips. He smiled down at you and reconnected your lips. He never knew it would be this good. It was everything he’d hoped and more. You could feel his heart begin to race under your palm, the quick beats only adding to your newfound affection.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” you commented, your lips still connected.

“Yeah it does that when you’re around,” he responded, his lips ghosting over yours as he pulled away. You smiled up at him, he smiled back down. You intertwined your fingers and led him back into the living room. You plopped on the couch, he fell beside you. You went to play the movie on the screen but remembered something.

“Oh and Brad, you can show yourself out,”